Looking at this black and white world, you yourself begin to correspond. As if you were drawn with a simple pencil. Fortunately, it snowed now and everything is at least not gray.
In winter, my brain works quite bizarrely. More than once I saw complaints that there is very little sun in winter.
Personally, I do not notice that it is not. My brain thinks - if it's light - it means the sun is out, even if the sky is covered with clouds. I notice that it was not there only when it directly comes out. And I'm like, "oh, why did it become so bright" I look, the sun, but before that, wasn't it? In general, the body is saved as best it can.
Yes, this is not the point, but the absence of colors, colors, green in particular. City signs are more colorful than ever in winter, but this does not save me, on the contrary, artificially created ones annoy me even more.
Therefore, already in late autumn, when I was walking along the route, this grassy bridge created by nature just ran right into my eyes. The location itself is of the usual nature, but this strip of greenery. I then walked along the Moscow Ring Road and, seeing him, I immediately ran from the gray highway to this saving eye candy.
In general, I often review summer photos in winter. Heat is made from the amount of color in the frame. A reminder that it will all be back soon.
